The Wistful Crossroads

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I am Alberto Machado, and the excise ledger in my pocket weighs more than my own head has in years, a dense, bureaucratic stone that records the value of goods I am not permitted to touch, a debt tied up in chancery that will outlive my bones. The room smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad coin. I held the obsidian...

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